(Kinky Friedman)
From a cheap hotel in Dallas
On a cold December day
A telegram was traveling on its way
LiKe a sad old song from somewhere
In the distance of a dream
Flashing Âcross the darkness
On the telegraph machine.
It said, ÂFrom Billy, at the bottom, ÂTo Baby, at the top
Western Union Wire  ÂPlease help me  stop.
Western Union Wire  ÂDon't leave me.  stop.
Well, the taxicab it took her
To the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just an hour she'd be gone.
She was standing near the platform
ÂBout to board the big Pan Am
When someone came
And put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, ÂFrom Billy, at the bottom, ÂTo Baby, at the top
Western Union Wire  ÂPlease help me  stop.
Western Union Wire  ÂDon't leave me.  stop.
Headin' high above Chicago
Just a-reachin' for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And a little boy beside her asked her,
ÂMama, where is Pop ?Â
And she just broke down a-cryin'
ÂCause she knew she couldn't stop.
It said, ÂFrom Billy, at the bottom, ÂTo Baby, at the top
Western Union Wire  ÂDon't leave me.  stop.
ÂAh, you said you'd always love me  how could you ?  stop,
ÂIn pieces on the runway  I love you.  stop.
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